Lucifer Post

[ELIZABETH]

You’re feeding the Wolf

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Lucifer certainly noticed Castiel’s step backward. A smile started to spread over his lips and his gaze hardened slightly. It was a sly smile, a content fox who knew exactly where his dinner was sleeping. Lucifer leaned forward slightly, starting to close the gap that Castiel had decided to widen. He took a step forward, as if he was going to shift his weight on his vessels feet, but it was more of a symbolic move than just some foot adjustment.

He listed half heartedly, honestly. Still, he would give Castiel his time. It was only polite, and whilst he could be rude; Lucifer saw himself as somebody that had some form of manners and decency. He lifted his head and placed more of his weight down on his right foot, the one that he had used to step forward, as he smiled and laughed at what Castiel had said.
“Reinvent? No, no. They need to be taught. Knowledge is what they need. A wake up call to the true reality of things,” he said as he tried to clarify himself.
Guidance…the other angel was right, but his version of ‘guidance’ was very different from the soft nudges that Castiel would probably approve of.

As he settled back down from his amusement he tilted his head slightly. His Endgame? That was a good question. The more he talked to this angel, even though they were not on the same “side”, the more he liked him on some level. He didn’t really know yet. He had spent thousands of years just getting himself out of the Pit, now that he was out though? Well, he was going to have to think on his feet. That excited him, as he had not been able to do that in a while. It would bring back his sharpness…Not that Lucifer had lost his touch from being in Hell.

“Dear brother,” he said with that wicked smile that only he owned, “I don’t want to ruin the surprise,” he said darkly.
Well it was certainly a good way to avoid the question, no? Brining Hell on Earth didn’t mean destroying the humans outright though. After all, what fun would it be to have the universe to yourself? Boring, that’s what it would be. Also, he figured it would be a lot like being in the Pit. He was very proud of himself for having not lost his marbles in there. He would not choose that life anytime soon. They were fools to think that he would.

Lucifer shook his head a little. He knew his brother quite well and the things that Castiel had said, the way that he had said them, they reminded him of Michael. His siblings were such prudes anyway, and Castiel here was certainly a stiff personality.
“You remind me of him, ” he said as he pointed at him.
Even he didn’t know if that was a compliment or a deep insult.

Castiel just didn’t get it, did he? It irked him.
“No, technically, you’re right,” he said with an aggravated snarl in his voice.

Lucifer outstretched an arm, palm up. It was empty but in a split second a grasshopper materialized in his hand. The little insect waggled its antennae as it tried to figure out how it had gotten from its blade of grass to this man’s hand. In a panic it spread its wings and tried to take off into the air, but Lucifer stopped him. The Devil used his opposite hand and grasped it by the wings, holding it so that it couldn’t fly away, but it could be easily seen. He lifted the insect to Castiel’s eye level so he could get a very good look at it.

“This is an insect, Castiel,” he said, as the Devil started to give Castiel a little biology lesson, “You can tell because of its six legs, book lungs, multi-faceted eyes and dense exoskeleton. Humans, are in the mammalian family. They have bones instead of an exoskeleton, pupils instead facets for eyes. They don’t have wings. They both cover this planet in swarms of populations.” he elaborated. Of course there were many more differences, but there was a point he was trying to make here.

“But!” he said as he pulled his hand from under the squirming grasshopper, to gesture, as if making an exclamation point in the air with his index finger. “Humans have an insatiable appetite, and nothing preys upon them in the natural kingdom. Not anymore anyway. They gorge themselves until there is nothing left. Then, once everything has been consumed, they will both move to another area to drain it dry. Humans…are…insects. You are too literal Castiel,” Lucifer glared at him as he spoke. He lightly put the grasshopper back in the palm of his hand.

“They are more similar than different, brother,” his face hardened back to its usual calm phase, “Their populations must be greatly diminished or there will be nothing left. Humans are a special kind of locust, Castial,” he said as his face seemed go blank, all pity leaving him in fleeting seconds.

“It is our job to tend to our Father’s work…” he said softly, his eyes moving back to the grasshopper as it seemed to calm down, of course, not on its own. “We must eradicate them…” he paused for a moment and in an instant the grasshopper caught fire. For a moment the Devil swore he could have heard it scream…“For the greater good, Castiel.”

Don’t you know better…

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[VAN*LLA]

WOW o= REALLY NICE POST!
I think I've been reading this thread on FC, haha xD
YOU'RE SUCH A GREAT RPER VIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!
SUCH A GREAT LU!

NOT THE GRASSHOPPER! I HATEYOUEVENMORELU!

and i envy your skills to write long posts

[CASTIEL]

Feed them, starve them, and keep them begging for a little more

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Lucifer opened his eyes and lowered his head from basking in the sun. He looked around at the scene before him. There, lying on the ground was a small massacre a mix of angels and demons on the ground. Some of them looked serene, as if they were sleeping, whilst others looked as if they had been slashed to ribbons by wild beasts. He smiled a bit as he surveyed the bodies that surrounded him. They had come to kill him and they had met a very messy end.

Lucifer laughed, amused by the fight that he had been involved in just moments before. Smiling, he crouched down to one of the demons that was somehow…still alive. He tilted his head, studying it as it gasped in pain and panic once it noticed that Lucifer was looking at him. He reached down and picked up the demon by the jaw, hearing the sloppy smacking sounds of internal organs spilling out of its body. The demon’s eyes flicked to black in its fear, making Lucifer’s smile widen. He tightened the grip on the creature’s mandible. Should he let it live? Should he kill it? Should he send it running to tell its fellow betrayers?

The Devil let go of the demon’s face and watched it flail and fall to the ground in a heap of blood and organs. He continued to study it as he kicked a bit of dirt into the very open wound. The demon screamed as his boot smashed into its kidney. Those were such sensitive organs…He chuckled and took a few steps back. Raising his hand and spreading his fingers he started to gather his forces as he started to pop the demonic soul’s atoms individually. He watched the creature writhe as the process sped up, causing bits of the black smoke that was trying to evict itself from the vessel to turn grey.

The body spasmed on the ground as the demonic soul turned from black, to gray, to a steamy white. He could almost see the atoms crumble into metaphorical dust. He watched as the body arched, blood gurgling out of its mouth as it finally became limp and rested upon the ground. Lucifer then lowered his arm and started to dust off his hands, as if he had just touched something dirty. He backed away from the scene, saddened as he noticed the outline of angelic wings scorched into the grass. He hated killing his own kind, but if they came after him – it was a matter of self defense.

And then he felt it…In another state…a lingering wave of energy that felt so familiar. He couldn’t believe it. Was that….his first creation? This day just kept getting better. He licked his lips, giving the massacre one more look over before he vanished from the scene with the sound of large wings rustling. He had to investigate if what he was sensing was true. As he teleported himself to Saint Mary’s he looked at building with a wide smile. The feeling he had gotten a hold of was much stronger now. He grinned and walked up the steps, opening the doors without having to touch them. His eyes quickly scanned the room, picking up the bodies. Well, it was certainly a day for some destruction then, wasn’t it?

As Lucifer looked upon the first demon he opened his arms. His sly grin spread fully over his face as he started to walk down the aisle toward where she was on the altar.
“Little Lilith…” was all he said in greeting.

I refuse to be ignored

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[VAN*LLA]

Another great post; great quality and quanity c:
Your posts are always wonderful though.
I hope you post more here, so I can read them; I like to xD

[VIERLYN]

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold…

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It was raining, hard. It may have been spring but considering the weather as of late…Flash floods had happened in the area recently. Rivers were overflowing with turbulent waters, and still the rain fell down. Dark clouds cut out the heavens above and the red neon lights that named the nearby hotel flickered from various power surges.

Nobody was around and the only sounds came from the thundering storm from above. It was late in the evening breaking into the morning hours. Three am had come and was slowly ticking by and even though the storm had been here for several hours, it continued to rain as if it had just arrived. Certainly, the weather was vicious as of late.

A blinding flash appeared in the middle of the hotel parking lot and something seemed to have fallen to the ground with a heavy thud. The object, a human body, landed hard on the ground, sprawled in a growing puddle from the rain. Once the light had disappeared the sounds of the storm took hold once again.

For over an hour the body went unnoticed, undisturbed. The hotel didn’t have any guests at the moment, so not a single soul was around. He breathed softly before the man’s eyes snapped open and he took in a gasp – as if he had been drowning. Nick’s eyes swiveled in his head in a panic as he looked around. Where was he? What had happened?

For a while it seemed that he was content to stay on the ground, but the actual matter was that he was in too much pain. Nick stiffened slightly as waves of agony went through them. For the longest time he had been frozen, trapped within his own body because he had said yes to Satan. Being the vessel of the Devil had been the second worst thing that had happened to him as of late. Still, he had hardly remembered anything that Lucifer had done or said..Here and there he had seen, as if watching a movie from far away, but for the most part – Nick had been freezing.

With Lucifer gone it was if somebody had poured lava onto his body. It was cold outside, but the sheer change in temperature from Lucifer to reality was burning him alive. He rolled onto his back and screamed in agony, his voice choked several times in his cries as he tried to curl into a ball. Nick gasped for air again, staring up at the cloudy sky as he just blacked out from the pain.

He finally awoke, around six am, the storm had lightened slightly, but it was still raining. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the pavement he was laying on. Would he ever feel warm again? He struggled to push his upper body to a more vertical angle. That was when he noticed the blood. Some had washed it away but he was bleeding, a lot, or had the rain diluted it. As lightning flashed in the sky he got a look at the small rivers of his own life force running away from him.

That was when he realized how much Lucifer had done to keep him in once piece. Nick might have not been the Devil’s number one choice, but he had used quite a bit of angelic magic to keep his body intact. He was broken, physically, emotionally, mentally, and the more he remained conscious the more he remembered…
It took him a grueling twenty minutes to stand up, wavering, leaning over like a zombie. He felt like one at the moment. He shut his eyes as one of the wounds on his face opened up anew and started to bleed. He stumbled forward and gasped in pain. Did he have a broken leg? How the Hell did he have a broken leg? More importantly…How was he alive?

Where was the Devil? Had he finally gotten his true vessel? Had he shown pity and gratefulness that Nick had said yes to him? Or was this some sick cosmic joke that Lucifer was playing with him..Was this a taste of freedom…or was this the end for Nick Aaron; to die in a motel parking lot, in a storm, bleeding and frozen.

He reached up to feel the wounds on his face, but he had not feeling in his fingers – as if they had been stuffed in ice all this time. He was literally ice cold to the touch.

…Who will have mercy on your soul?

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[VAN*LLA]

OMG NICK o__o
I feel so bad for him, but great post nonetheless!
cries forever